Later...

Okay, this is in Umbridge's office?  Uh..... that doesn't look like sugar to me...

. . .

Yup, definitely not sugar.

Umbridge: "Hey, Harry, do you want any *sugar*?"

Harry:  "WTF?!  WHERE AM I?!?!  And why is it so... pink... in here?!"

Umbridge:  "I just invited you here because you were the best singer in the class, and I thought we could have tea and sing a little tune."

Harry:  "Er.... was I?  And I just noticed something... we have the exact same eye color..."

CLOSE UP- HARRY

CLOSE UP- UMBRIDGE.

Sorry for that... scary... close up, but it had to be done.  I mean, the resemblance is scary!  The shortness, the same eye color, the same color hair.... what's going on here?!

Umbridge:  "Oh, Harry, I didn't want to tell you before... I am your biological mother!  You own mom couldn't have kids, and I was the one who was chosen as the surrogate mother.  We were never supposed to meet..."

Harry:  "YOU ARE NOT MY MOTHER!  I HAVE A MOTHER!  Well, HAD a mother!!!  I don't care about genes, my mother was Lily Potter!"

Umbridge:  "That is NO way to treat your biological mother, Harry James Potter!  We are going to be the best of friends, and sing together!  I only took this job to be near my biological son!"

Harry:  "I am not your son, and never will I be."

Umbridge:  "Fine, then.  I shall make you write lines!"

Harry:  "Oh, wow, you really ARE like a mother.  Dear God."

Later...
What is this?  A trunk?

A horribly picked out color for an advertisement?

Fever Fudge?!  This could only be the work of two guys....

Dumb and Dumber!

And that poor kid in the middle is very upset...

With good reason, too!  Look at him!

Twin on left:  "Oh, dear, I think we gave him the wrong Snackbox."

Twin on right:  "Eh, I think it makes you look good!  Kind of like Jay Leno."

Jay Leno.

Kid:  "I DON'T WANT TO BE LIKE JAY LENO!!!"

Twins:  "Too bad!  The camera is moving off us now.  There is nothing we can do."

New boy:  "I feel like I have acne..."

Boy in red sweatshirt:  "Uh.... I can get you some face wash for that... uh.... maybe a zit-popper, too.  Yeah...."

New boy:  "... will that help?"

Boy in red sweatshirt (Dean Thomas?):  "Uh... well... maybe best we just cut those off.... uh huh...."

Hermione:  "Harry!  Oh, I have so much to tell- Hey, you're not Harry..."

Ron:  *grins*  "But you thought I was him?"

Hermione:  "Well, you took his perfume and sprayed it all over yourself, and you're following me like a little lost puppy.  Not to mention that you have grabbed my rear a few times.  So yes, I thought you were Harry.  My mistake."

Ron:  "SCORE!"